I’m unsure of my place,
I’m facing judgment from my peers.
There’s no more space for
Hiding these fears.
I’m unique in my being,
I’m intimidating to others.
Tired of the blubber spoken
By former lovers.
My ears need more than
Cotton filling.
And it’s the only thing these boys
Seem to be spilling.
I crave something thrilling-
More than just striking the match against
Her box.
Something more than just a
Creaming ****.
I want a chilling connect,
More than lustful affection.
More than the boys
Society has in stock.